1st writing of semester B

And so it has begun. Semester B, a time for us to fall asleep in lecture halls, listen to lecturers ramble on and do the odd piece of work. Having finished one piece already, I get a strange feeling that this semester may be a little harder than last sem. but, by the words of Daft Punk: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.

I've now finished my project about Sony Erriccson's Xperia Play mobile which got me a little food money but nothing huge. Oh well, the owner of the site I found the ad on made me a featured writer.

I'm also about to begin writing for another publication which apparently sends out it's work to hundreds of other publications. Is this a potential for more work? Who knows.

Now that I've written a fair amount, I'm going to stick a blog up with links to every piece (those which are still not yet online I'll post up with words.

Annnnnnnyway, moving on, here is my first piece for the semester in which we had to write about how we get into our emotions as a writer, what is the strongest of our senses and the earliest smell we can recall.

Enjoy!

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To tap into my emotions as a writer I try to think of past events such as a family member suffering from alchoholism for two years which almost caused my family to break apart.

On another occasion I may be angry at something, and using this feeling I’ll put it onto paper in the form of a diary entry or scribble in a notepad and look at it at a later date and use the words to write something.

Another way to get into my emotions is with music. Being an eclectic listener, I’m happy to listen to almost any genre which suits my mood (currently some Saxon and Gary Moore*). Many songs which were released in the 90s and early 00s (Most notably, Daft Punk‘s ‘One More Time‘) will bring out a feeling of euphoria.

Like many people claim, my strongest sense is probably smell. I can usually remember if something smelt like a piece of fruit or how a certain area had it’s own smell. I can only remember someone’s voice or accent if it is very distinct or sounds like another person’s voice. However, most of the time I don’t take too much notice of a voice.

The earliest smell I can recall is that of rotten eggs. Not the best of smells but one that’ll undoubtedly stick in my mind for a long time due to it‘s strength and how many times it happens.

The smell came at the same time of year, every year, without fail. It would be a hot summer’s day (does anyone remember what that felt like?) a week or so before the summer holidays would kick in and all the 16 year olds would be leaving so, of course, they used this to their advantage. The following became something which we knew would happen but we didn’t know when.

So what was this advantage? It was that of being able to crack open a month-old egg and causing the whole block to smell of said rotten eggs without the risk of being expelled from the school for a length of time.

It would always be on a hot day when a group of us would be sat on the wall, eating what we once thought constituted lunch when, after a while of eating a smell would begin to emerge from one of the blocks. The smell would continuously get worse until it came to the point that we were running in the opposite direction, trying to get away from it. If you’d like to know what we had to suffer with, take a walk past the flats being built of Gallion’s Reach retail park. You’ll then be able to feel how we felt on those once-existent hot, summer days.

*Guitarist of Irish band Skid Row (not the 80s thrash band), Thin Lizzy and solo work who was recently found dead. May a legend R.I.P.

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To criticise my own work, I'm going to say I'm not too impressed with it (however, it is better than a piece I had to write about pensions whilst incredibly drunk) but I am happy with it and using this as my finalised piece.

Just for a treat here is some Gary Moore followed by Skid Row:

So, My Egg Nest may have taken me back (and more)

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of checking my emails and finding one from the site I was writing for which had an invoice with it for the previous work I've done. This email also mentioned that the boss of the place sends out payments on the last Friday of the month. Although that would have been nice to know two weeks ago, I'm just glad that I may be back on the writers team.

However, now that it's the weekend aka no work time I'll probably have to wait until Monday for any more correspondence from/between the site and, hopefully, said correspondence will involve some links being sent with articles for me to make a bit of money from which will, without much doubt, go towards Lucozade, cheap alchohol, clementines, travel around London for writing inspiration and snooker. Happy days may follow.

Along with this, I was recommended another site by a friend which is looking for marketing people to try and get local companies advertising on the site/magazine thing so I'm also applying for that job.

It seems that since starting university, I've written more articles, assignments and blogs than I did in school. It all goes on the C.V. I suppose.

And finally, semester B starts in just over a week. After a long 2 months Christmas holiday it'll be good to get back to work as, other than be ill, write articles, play snooker, read and sleep, I've had little else to do and no routine. Saying that, I believe it's not long until we have yet another reading/drinking week.

My life: the epitome of shits and giggles.